Bad Timing

Sparkling white snow outside,
Roasting, glowing fire inside.
Garnished tree with presents
Underneath, waiting to be opened.
Peace on Earth, good will to men.
What more could be asked for?

Yet, amidst this joy and glee,
Lies a sallow, sickly creature.
Eyes swollen like eggs,
Cheeks paler than snowmen’s,
Nose, runny as a slime-filled river.

Under the cave of blankets
Huddles a girl in hibernation,
Sleeping the day away, only
To wake up and stumble around.

Fever caused by temperature as much
As by the heat of depression
Of being unable to indulge in such
Sweet Christmas time pleasures.